A Mother
Morning light, her kind care, A love
so profound and beyond compare. She walks with us mile after mile, touching and
smiling.
Her hands, though worn, are warm and gentle; with strength and elegance,
they
delicately bind the strands of life, both thin and strong; and we belong in her
embrace.
Through restless nights and days of toil, She caters to the heart and comforts
the soul. Her whispers were sweet and her guidance was obvious.
A guiding light
through both delight and anxiety.
In every joy and every tear, She's there, a constant, always near. With wisdom
deep and patience wide, we have a steadfast guide by our side.
Her sacrifices, secret and true In every moment, old or new, A mother's love,
an endless sea, A gift of grace.
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